Life is a Game

Because of the fire, Jiang Huiqin's originally stiff and slow movements were a little faster, still curled up like a squirrel, counting and counting the treasures that were found out of the garbage dump, counting seven or eight back and forth After several times, I slowly climbed up contentedly.

"Yesterday they snatched those two good pieces of wood, and they were complacent. A bunch of fools. I put them there on purpose. You can't see the good things in front of you." Jiang Huiqin put the white fungus into the clay pot, took Holding a clay pot, she struggled over the mountain of garbage, as slowly as an old lady.

"What's wrong with your waist?" Li Ming noticed something wrong with her sharply, and was anxious, "Did they push you this morning and hurt you?"

"I'm not an old lady, so how could I be hurt if I was pushed. I slipped out last night when I was climbing a tree to touch the eggs. Otherwise, how did you think those 6 eggs came from the sky?" Jiang Huiqin said. I don't care, rubbing my waist with my right hand, "Just lie down more."

"Don't talk, you're not ready yet. Why do you care about me? Pull the quilt so that your feet aren't covered."

Jiang Huiqin walked to a pile of wet rotten logs, stretched out her feet to kick them apart, fiddled with them a few times, and pulled out a few.

There were a few extremely fat mushrooms growing on those logs. After picking off a few big ones, Jiang Huiqin hid them in a clay pot and walked out of the shed.

Not long after, Jiang Huiqin came back with a clay pot filled with water, washed mushrooms and white fungus.

Because of being soaked in water, her already pus-cracked hands began to ooze blood.

Noticing that her hands were bleeding, Jiang Huiqin quietly wiped her body while Li Ming was not paying attention. Anyway, the clothes were already so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and even a few more blood sticking to them would not be visible.

Jiang Huiqin put the clay pot on the fire and started cooking mushroom soup.

Soon, the aroma of the soup dissipated. Jiang Huiqin added a pinch of salt to the soup miserly, picked up the clay pot, and said, "I'll take the mushroom soup and exchange the bowl and spoon with Carpenter Chen."

"There is a spoon. I hid it under the wooden shelf the day before yesterday." Li Ming pointed to the wood supporting the shed.

"It's just right, give him two less mushrooms, one for each of us." Jiang Huiqin said happily that he could save two more mushrooms.

After a while, Jiang Huiqin came back with a clay pot with half a pot of soup left, a wooden bowl, and a pair of wooden chopsticks. In the pot, there was only one mushroom floating alone.

"There's nothing delicious about a single mushroom. I don't like it anyway. You can't use a spoon. You'll scoop things up and ruin the good ones. Come on, eat the mushrooms first." Jiang Huiqin put the clay pot back On the fire, use chopsticks to pick up the mushrooms and feed them to Li Mingyi's mouth.

Li Mingyi didn't open his mouth.

"You eat, I don't like to eat mushrooms." Li Ming turned his head away.

"If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away!" Jiang Huiqin threatened, "Mushrooms are nutritious. Eating mushrooms will heal your wounds. Your leg has lasted for more than a month. Eating mushrooms will heal quickly."

Seeing that Li Mingyi still refused to eat, Jiang Huiqin stuffed the mushroom into his mouth.

Simple and crude, very effective.

Then she began to cook the white fungus with mushroom soup, and stirred it with chopsticks from time to time. When the white fungus was soft and rotten, she generously sprinkled a small paper packet of seasoning into it, and then put the bird eggs in it to cook.

Finally, a pot of nondescript stew was cooked. Jiang Huiqin put the white fungus in the middle of the bowl, peeled the bird eggs and placed them next to the white fungus, carefully picked up the clay pot and poured the soup along the edge of the bowl.

Li Mingyi could see that she was doing something different.

"This is how you cook willow-jelly in clear soup."

"What to do, this is it!" Jiang Huiqin took out another box of luncheon meat, waved it in front of Li Mingyi's eyes as if showing off, opened it, and cut out a few thin slices of meat to wrap the bird eggs.

"You really think I'm stupid. Lao Fengxiang's gold bracelet was exchanged for a piece of white fungus, and I also exchanged a box of this, which has never been opened!" Jiang Huiqin carefully wrapped the tin box with a cloth, and hid it back in the trash, "Fufu The rich eat, the poor eat poorly, my brother may not be as good at cooking the same material as me.”

"Just blow it up." Li Ming said with a smile.

Jiang Huiqin helped Li Mingyi up and sat down, and offered him the bowl as if offering a treasure: "Taste it quickly."

Li Ming picked up a piece of white fungus and wanted to feed it to Jiang Huiqin.

"Why should I eat this for your birthday? I left some bran in the morning. I'll cook the bran later." Jiang Huiqin said, and began to turn over the garbage mountain again.

In the end, Jiang Huiqin ate a bird's egg.

As soon as she put it in her mouth, Jiang Huiqin's eyes turned red, and she burst into tears as if she was a teenager in her forties or fifties.

"What I made is really delicious." Jiang Huiqin covered her mouth, trying to wipe away her tears calmly.

"Yes, this is the most delicious willow leaf jelly in clear soup I have ever eaten." Li Ming held the bowl, and his eyes were red.

Jiang Feng had been watching from the side, and his eyes were red unconsciously.

"Why are you crying, I will make it for your birthday next year."

There is no next year, Jiang Huiqin died of illness this winter.

Darkness.

Jiang Feng sat on the chair in a daze.

Li Mingyi's memory is very short. Jiang Feng stayed in it for up to 4 hours, but he was extremely depressed.

Before Jiang Huiqin opened her mouth, there was even despair in the air.

In such a depressing space and desperate environment, Jiang Huiqin could still laugh and curse, which really made Jiang Feng admire him from the bottom of his heart.

After sitting quietly for a while and calming down, Jiang Feng clicked on the attribute panel.

Sure enough, there is one more item in the recipe.

【Clear Soup Willow Leaf Jelly (Pseudo) Grade E】【Can be improved】:

Producer: Jiang Huiqin

Dishes details: Food that is poor in ingredients and seasoning, but because of Jiang Huiqin's excellent cooking skills and special environment is very precious, it has become a light in the darkest moment of Li Mingyi's life, supporting him to survive. No special additions.

It can be crafted once a day. (0/1)

Can be improved?

What does it mean?

Do you want to let yourself be free to make it more delicious when you make it?

Jiang Feng was a little uncertain about paying attention.

The evaluation of this dish is not the same as Wang Shitou's pure meat wonton, but Wang Shitou's wonton is unpalatable because of his own poor craftsmanship. There is an essential difference.

If it is improved, there is a lot of room to play.

If you make a big change, you can change everything, or even directly change it to the original version of willow leaf jelly in clear soup.

But Jiang Feng knew that the meaning of the game was definitely not this.

How to improve it?

Ingredients? seasoning? Is it still hot?

However, the game stipulated that it could only be cooked once a day, and Jiang Feng felt that it might be Chinese New Year when he successfully improved this dish.

It could be this year, or it could be next year.

At the end of the memory, Li Mingyi said that this is the most delicious willow leaf jelly in clear soup he has ever eaten. This is simply a reminder delivered to the door. Speaking of which, this game is really a dog. The task details are written about a clear soup willow-jelly jelly made by Jiang Chengde, the main chef of Taifeng, which makes him unforgettable. The task requirement is to let Li Mingyi eat the clear soup willow-leaf jelly .

If he hadn't had this memory, Jiang Feng would have been misled to find ways to make the original willow leaf jelly in clear soup.

It was impossible to follow Jiang Huiqin's original method. Among other things, Jiang Feng didn't have the ability to stuff food into the trash and hide it for a few days before taking it out to make.

My aunt is also getting old, and my stomach can't stand it.

Jiang Feng clicked on the following video teaching, and began to study how to improve it more reliably.